Naturally Obscure

Eternal Sunshine of a Photographers Mind,

What? You ask. That's not what the film title is.

Extra Terrestrial Living Spaces

The Life and Times of...

Photon Composers

Multi Tacetted Unbenign Constructors of the Superfluous

No, I don't think that last one works somehow.
How does a multiple person or instrument not taking part be malignant and construct something for what is beyond or no longer necessary. Hmm, help.

For something that is provided or once loved can continue if the,

"Academic Excursions in to the mystery of human behaviour, disciplined by the practical application of his own deductions" (Le Carre, Call for the Dead)

enables the past and present to join together.

The flamboyant cheese could not be resisted, but in the end the mice had made eliptical shapes of disproportionate sizes, leaving a Jenga puzzle conundrum.

I had to unload the random phrases somewhere.
Huh, "the multi tacetted unbenign constructors of the superfluous", what ever next.

Gold Standards

You tell me what to do,
yet you don't like it.

My work is my life,
like you expect it.

The kitty is empty,
but you're still calling.

Your gold standard,
is not mine.

So why do you expect me to work at your level
when I don't understand,
nor have the time.

The noise is too much,
you work with it as such,
but it's always there,
just when I'm there.

Phoning, toning,
always moaning, roaming and dam well homing,
I still don't get,
the rest of it.

Business done,
you've had your fun,
now I have a long list to run.

Nothing personal,
just get it done,
goodbye.

*

My gold standard,
is an act of perfectionism,
but it's never going to be
your perfectionism.

The outcome is required,
the time is over,
but overtime is what's required,
even still the end result,
must be defined.

Gold standards, long days,
hard work are just not good enough.
One hundred and ten percent given all the time,
but no time to think,
because the time to think has been governed,
by the need to do everything at top speed,
where thinking is a virtue,
and doing is a need,
where time is lack
and burning out,
just like the energy to get back on track.

Music and Words: Musically Repetitive

When I mentioned I'd be doing Repetitive Music stuff, I didn't realise just how annoying it was going to be. (More fool me, I knew it was going to be annoying when I started out) I may not actually link you to anything for even the first then again, if you don't here it then I can't make you forever remember dreading it.

I'm sure somewhere someone likes this, because for what I can tell they've become relatively successful person and the music is being used in adverts even if it's been remixed by ANR. So whose seen the BT Ads? This track might help Rachel Goodrich Light Bulb (ANR)
Now forgive me, because whilst it's actually quietly catchy, I decided to hunt down the original, well I think it's the original, appears somebody decided to make a competition for best video. Whole other story, ja. Now do you see what I mean, it's one of those pieces of music which glues to your head, making you wish you never heard it, everytime you here it you'll either remember the exact thing it relates too or the place you were, erh...nothing worse.

Claire Maguire: Ain't Nobody

Without being too contrived "here is my escape". Well that's what she says. Thankfully rest assured that big boot is coming down to the ground to relinquish us and let our hair down.
Something much more emotional is going on here, I found two if not three worlds coliding in one when I saw this. Photograph similarities to other band videos (see the black sails in Pink Floyd's High Hopes), illusions of still shots with surreal to scary plausabilities just lingering on the chair and the "Anonymous" looking guy stood over a dark mountain range. Still, the heart felt urge to go out and join her in the middle of nowhere reigns on



with a wonderful flash of lightning through the clip.







But of course the underlying factor being the Breakage version is just a pain in you head, thump de thump de thump thump. Acting like you want a headache, you will have a headache from this one.

Although in fairness, Faithless Insomnia could be seen like that too - I'm sure I saw a german film once with this track used in it, because all I ever remember from that movie is this weird drug fuelled party, strobe lighting, fluorescent shafts, dark corners and drunken people. Well that's at least what springs to mind, "I can't get no sleep." (I'm not surprised.)

Now you might wonder how I jump to Paula Seling for this, she was on Eurovision a couple of years back and whilst she didn't win, it was a good piece. Lena won it for Germany that year with Satellite but Paula stayed in mind far longer with Playing With Fire. Satellite is both annoying and enjoyable because it's upbeat but so is Playing with Fire until you find Paula and Ovi added some harmonies and more real instrumental pieces with the Piano making it better. For todays music is so electronically created.

So I'll leave you with Musically distracting, musically emotional and realistic to the human ear. We should all be wanting music that's not so glued to the mainstream, lead by our noses, even if the synthesier sounds are better than they were years ago.
I Feel Free Paula Seling, certainly a good mix of everything we've touched on today. Let the sun go down and the last of the days heat lift, BBQ smells in the background and friends all around with the possibibities of the future opening up around you as you stand up high, viewing the beautiful scenery for miles around - even if it's in the city.

Everyone has a piece of music which takes them straight back to a moment they had. Make it an enjoyable one.

Music and Words: Musically Reminding

As times gone, on so my musically capabilities have decreased. I spend what time I have with either classical or modern music (eclectic listening I have) trying to re write the score on my eye lids. THe years gone by when I could nigh on do that, I'm not pitch perfect, but some members of my family have been.

RE-writing a score in front of my eye lids isn't the only thing, it's challenging or gripping in a specific way. THis is what I want to get to, today - Scala and Kolacny Brothers - Everlong (Foo Fighters orginal).

MUsic has a number of elements, seven categories: Dynamics, Timbre, Tempo, Structure, Pitch, texture, silence and genre. ALthough these I'm sure are a new version (like the the old and new Lords Prayer) re written for modern times. Maybe that's my memory playing tricks.

Still, listening intently, music which will utomatically take you back to a certain place, even to an exact hour in your life. This is not exactly the birth of your neew born, but it equates a similar edge, you know exactly what happened and everything around you said and done.
Christmas Eve, 2009, 6am, Snow falling and driving from Manchester to London: Karl Jenkins - Requiem - Grey

BY 2.17 you get the warmth of the woodwind and brass coming together, whilst the percussion shuffle carries on gradually building...entering a new phrase at 3.07 bringing you in and surrounding you. Not too distantly the tenor Saxophone solo over the rest, harmonised with the choir. THe succession continuing of peaceful, certainty, accomplishments, changing keys again and again to show off across the hill tops your success before realising the full rounded shape in both major and minor changes to up lift you. So much for grey, most certainly colourful.

Even if it is classical-Romantic (not by era) but by style. Todays popular culture, similar staves and stances can be found. Harmonies from within and without. Multiple versions of the next exist, the original by Anna Ternheim What Have I Done, and a party version set by Familjen. The words most certainly sticking to you, letter by letter.

Anna has a soft approach, notably having the Quiet Night music on Wallander, and excelling in a numberof Genre's

Next time Musically Repetitive, to take us across the likes of Claire Maguire & Paula Seling, imagery of old and new bands, culture politics and what maybe annoying sounds but gradually taking another layer off that stone heart you placed on the side whilst slaving over the stove. Certainly for ending the frost.

Music and Words: Advert Animals

I've decided to break down the next entry into little bits becuase it's just easier on you and me. I saw it mentioned that bitesize chunks work.

The overall theme is Music and Words, Ludovico Einaudi Primavera

Music and Words which distract us, remind us and tell us to hold on, to remember to embrace. Togetherness: By Orange

Today I'm basing it on Advert animals.

Have you noticed just how many animals and cuddly toys are on our TV's?

I recall seeing the Blue Bear "Inner Self" for a well known Yogurt years ago. Where you should look after your outer and inner self.

And then I realised there are a lot of these creatures around these days.
Cup a Soup - "Hugs in a Mug", of a fast paced blue (again) thing, it can only be described as a thing, see the advert, coming to give you a hug as you drink your soup. Can you imagine seeing this thing in real life?

To put a fine point on it here are all the others I can think of:
Birds Eye - Polar Bear
Foxes Biscuits - Panda
PG Tips - Monkey
Car Insurance - The Meerkats
Cravendale - Cat's
and many a pet food directly for pets

How many more adverts, do you know of that use creature comforts to sell to your soft side? Not just trying to clamber under your bedsheets with a cuddly toy but with words of something we can all relate too, all become emotionally attached too and quietly laugh at for it's honestly truthful way of pulling the heart strings.

It doesn't stop here, it turns out the big film makers have been doing the self same thing too...

Frozen Foods: By Birdseye

So I will come back to the theme in a more detailed variety, this one is just a getting started entry. The next one is going to be Musically Reminding.

Two Names, one person, my other life.

I was wandering the net as you do, and found out I could look up where my surname comes from, it's eerliy close to my real life but its not me.

To begin with I was not born in 1966 or in Derby but here goes:

Thomas was born in Derby in 1966. He moved to Huddersfield in 1992. Achieved a 2:1 in Business and Management at Canterbury Christ Church University.

Not my course but my old uni.

Thomas' mum Margaret seperated from his dad Felipe back in 1986. ... has two brothers Victor and Lyle and a sister Pat. ... auntie Marcella was a professional snooker player .

No one called Margaret in my family knowingly, I wasn't born until after 1986, I have one brother none of those names, and nobody plays snooker.

Thomas works for WH Smiths as a advertising advisor. There is little Thomas who likes more than fishing. Thomas married his wife Violet in 1997. Thomas' favourite film is The jazz singer, favourite song is Inner smile Thomas has always wanted to travel to Malta.

I don't work for Smiths, I'm not marrried and don't have kids or anyone that close, I enjoy Jazz but haven't seen The Jazz Singer, nor do I know the Inner Smile.

I have been to Malta and a close friend came from Malta.

This was all under my offical name. I do not use my passport name to it's full extent, I don't like them. I keep myself short and tidy and to the point, my other names were not found on the webpage.

For further details about yourself that's probably not yourself but getting close to ancestory, go to Research my Name

In the words of the Two Ronnies:

"So it's a good night from me,
and it's a good night from him,
Good night."

You wouldn't want to miss a moment

It's been a while since I was last in, I've been meaning to write for ages about different stuff, here I've finally found a cause.

Earlier this week I was listening in to my usual late night radio of Something Understood, whilst the articles may go beyond my comprehension late at night, the music is somewhat relaxing normally. Not sure however of this weeks Brian Eno Ambient 4 On Land.

I've been working hard, harder than ever to bring a project into line and on time the last few months.I've moved to a Kent Town, all too well known for it's old spring, beautiful walks and commons, and well you couldn't leave except for the high rate of busy bussle that gets me down every single day with the persistent we must rush here there and everywhere.



Tonight however, was different, the mist was coming in or the cloud was coming down, it was warm and a little muggy. Dusk was setting in when I got off the train. I met the thick wet air. Clingy and pushy air. The street lights eerily just coming on and the cars too far away turning the corner up ahead of the path leading between the park field and the housing. Looking over the old metal fencing, painted all of a few years ago, the sheep grazing.

I knew tonight was different, I was free, I understood, had enlightenment of my project and had seen the reason to continue on without really seeing the tigers in the pit or my sudden death from workaholism, which I'm not allowed to do, but forced into.

Gradually, making my way home from the train station I'm casting back on things I once knew, looking at the train stations on the way home as we pass through each one, imagining how life has changed over the last hundred years from people on push bikes with top hats, and newspaper delivery boys to tonights vending machines with metal chairs. Nothings changed, everythings changed.

Hence, casting back to a time a stood at Stoke station in the creeky late night, I'm visualising life as it was. The old bobby on the beat converted into Transport Enforcement Officers and the like who sit on the trains once in a while. No longer with whistle and coat, flurescent jackets and a casual smile.

Up the path, between the sheep and the road ahead, no one around, just me, to wander and wonder at the changes, the wet plants waiting for another day of sunshine or a cosy form of rain.

They say the towns best when it's wet and I don't think their wrong. It's got a whole other life to it, the different sounds and smells, the light, glstening off the pavement.

The pictures never come out how I want them to in this weather, it's nigh on foggy the mist is set in so hard, you can't hear too far ahead. But you can hear your feet and see the jogger, with her pale blue trousers coming over the road, ready to bounce past you, without a blink of an eye their gone.

It's the experience I think, the experience of being able to look back, sentimental I guess. I've been very sentimental, one of my close friends has gotten married recently and two more on the way. Life is changing, were growing older, and really we are just trying to remain like ourselves from fives years ago, university the time of our lives.

Walking up on to the main road, the faint traffic sound, the odd car, the announcement that your not alone but certainly out of the way. It's getting late. Somewhere, people are curled up at home, but you're out and about. Down the winding road, a flash back to driving in the worst christmas eve snow in a generation - Manchester to London - leaving at the crack of dawn - literally 6am - taking it easy and learning the route again with new conditions.

It's an experience you see. I might go on about fieldwork and enjoying it, I do, but it may not be just about the fieldwork itself, it's the going out to do something, that's why I like walking, it's why being on top of Moorland collecting weather data and standing on an old glacial till is one thing but viewing the surroundings and understanding them is so different. (Never forgetting the extreme Remembrance Day cold of Dungeness, sitting and counting beach pebbles - an eternity at the time but my, what a memory now). Just to peruse, just like seeing the sheep on the footpath is an experience. Meanwhile you're there to take back the aesthetic visual, feeling, hearing, there all influencing.

That's why I had the courage to randomly read the newspaper left behind on the train and I found an advert for walking in the Lakes 4 Lakes 3 days, that's quite a mission. I might do it. I know of one I want to visit, all on my own, because it's reputable for always being misty, damp and slightly out of kilter, a lack of tourists, makes you suddend feel like your in the wilderness, and for once I felt that coming home tonight again. I've found a point of enjoyable randomness where I don't know what's coming but it's happening. The imagination has to do the rest, otherwise it's all too much to cope with.

The disappearing red lights of a small car into the mist, so distant you can't hear it, but you know that when they've gone you've got this huge road to yourself, its not late anybody could be around, but I've been given this experience and no one else could have had it. Maybe it's the dusky light, maybe it's the damp warmth with the cold to touch plants, maybe it's the fact that it's the Kent weather in general. Who know's I want more, I always like the inbetween times, not day or night, not hot or cold, not dry or wet. It doesn't happen much, but when it does it's a winner.

Quiet Night - Anna Ternheim
To Be Gone - Anna Ternheim